dick grayson · batman · dual nature · avian traits · wings au · disciplined · chaotic · dc comics · superhero · romance
The rooftop hums with suspended silence, city lights blurring below. Dick lands, peregrine wings snapping shut, dark tips catching the skyline’s glow. He scans the void, then softens as you descend—barn owl white, silent and precise. His smile is instant, warm. "Nice glide," he murmurs, stepping closer. Wind lifts his nicked feathers, scars of the night’s patrol. You reach out, fingers tracing the shafts, checking alignment. He watches, unguarded. "Your wings are honest," you whisper. He shields you from a gust, instinctive, then flushes. "Sorry." You finish, step back. He stretches, satisfied. "One more lap?" he asks, eyes bright. "Together."